Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

Kowtowing means praying for longevity. After calculating, begging for heaven and earth's longevity. Naturally, you can calculate others' fate, find the path to paradise, predict reincarnation.

Master Ming belittled Ye Fengsheng's upbringing because he was too fierce, unable to live a long life, and as ugly as the mud thrown at Ye Fengsheng by children, so he looked down on him greatly.

"Discern between good and evil: everything in the world can be known through a person's hands;"

"Dividing Yin Yang is to break the cycle of life and death;"

"Exorcism: all spirits follow, souls obey orders;"

"Zhang Qiankun: this square inch of palm trembles even heaven and earth!"

Four realms divided. When the two elders first understood each other, they blinded the green and orange eyes that achieved great feats in the dark. Coming into these two realms, they were invincible in the world. If they didn't struggle between life and death, no one could claim equality!

Ye Fengsheng dared not say he had delved deep into the "battle of good and evil," but under today's high temperatures, he could only calculate the experiences of an average man Lin Dongqing over the past 20 years.

"This is Alice, a Royal Princess. Wait here for me. I need half a day to rehearse. After finding the enemy for you, you can assure her safety for me. I have things to do. I don't have time for distractions."

With those words, Ye Fengsheng walked into the room beside him under a few people's gaze. He fumbled for about a quarter of an hour. Then he raised his hand, and the door naturally opened. A touch of black and red blood naturally drew from Dongqing Lin's bloody palm. It formed a thin line in mid-air, drilled in, twisting into a special rune pattern before Ye Fengsheng.

"Crack."

The door closed again, leaving Princess Alice, who had been taken, and the stunned Dongqing Lin.

Lin Dongqing was truly frightened. Ye Fengsheng had many supernatural powers, accustomed to numbness. But he hadn't seen her for months. Even a princess could link with her. This vast network of connections really made him a bit ashamed.

After all, when Jinxiu Garden was famous, I didn't want to open the foreign market. I just wanted to keep my father's and Elder Shen's land, trying my best to avenge. Now compared to Ye Fengsheng, my vision and heart seem lacking!

Of course, if he knew Ye Fengsheng was fighting for hatred in his heart, how would he think? This is another scenario.

Princess Alice was a bit upset. Not because she was narcissistic, but because of her appearance. She was light and loose. She was once the first prize in Royal evaluation. Though she didn't care about these things, the men she met usually scrutinized themselves more after seeing her life, pretending not to have any hair.

The beauty they called gentlemanly demeanor.

They think they don't know, but in fact, they're fully aware, even a translator helping them communicate with Ye Fengsheng understands.

Therefore, Princess Alice had no doubts about her charm, but Ye Fengsheng was a fairy-like figure, indifferent to her existence. How could the person he brought be so oblivious?

Is there a problem with Eastern Aesthetics, or are they not charming or striking enough?

Heaven knows, how could Lin Dongqing know these were thoughts in the princess's heart beside him? At this very moment, he was sad about the enemy's whereabouts, focused solely on revenge. How could he care about a woman unrelated to his appearance?

It wasn't until the woman stared straight at him that he felt uncomfortable. In the end, he turned around and asked, "Why have you been staring at me?"

Then, looking at the woman's sapphire eyes, he realized she couldn't understand, so he repeated it in English.

Just as Princess Alice felt delighted to converse with Lin Dongqing, the door suddenly opened with Ye Fengsheng's voice inside:

"Lin Dongqing, please come in."

Lin Dongqing immediately left the noble princess and floated into the room. Meanwhile, he didn't forget to close the door with his reverse hand, almost causing the princess's beautiful face to come into zero distance contact with the door panel.

Grinding teeth in hatred. Princess Alice outside the door repeatedly endured internally until her anger subsided. She turned to lean against the door panel, planning to settle scores after the person came out.

After all, she's also a Royal Princess, with high status, it's not as if she couldn't speak.

Entering through the door, you see the gorgeous neon lights and deafening music with intense rhythms. In the dim light, men and women frantically twist their bodies to the music's pacing. No one cares about the four freeloading salty pig hands or if they even know each other.

This is the city's largest and most crowded entertainment hall, leading in lighting design. Each lamp's decoration is high-cost, suitable embellishment.

Mysterious black, festive red, pearl-blue.

In this fast-paced, profit-oriented world, countless young people wanting to step into society suffer setbacks. Their moods decline, unable to vent after experiencing emotions. They needn't worry about being recognized, as people here come for enjoyment and pleasure. Men and women, freely vent their emotions as the music dictates. Rock, pop, magnificence, simplicity, wildness.

Who can resist such an environment?

The noise downstairs is overwhelming. It's unlikely to be quiet upstairs. Even the best soundproofing materials couldn't withstand a roof-raising volume.

The spacious room is filled with incandescent lights. Looking around, there are no shadows, as if the master here fears, unwilling to let any dark corner appear in this room.

There's not a single person on the sofa. The whole room is empty. Only the window-side cigarette butts hint at someone in the room.

Half leaning out, listening to the music downstairs, full of excitement and strong rhythm. The elderly already discharged from the rooftop things, frowned, squinted, showing a calm expression.

Once upon a time, he was a quiet person, but concerns and fears kept him awake for decades. Only in the noise could he find security; only in the boisterous music could he open an ordinary's mind, entering dreams.

"Huh!..."

The man angrily threw the cigarette butt out of the window, exhaled the smoke from his lungs.

All is past, even the last one died. In the future, I won't fear anymore. When I am ill, the world is vast. Where couldn't I buy?

"Tap, tap, tap."

A faint sound suddenly entered the eardrum. It's the sound made by the sole meeting the floor. Even amidst downstairs' boiling sound and music, it remains so clearly visible, like

Are you deliberately hiding?

The last one was Elder Shen, but he already died. This time, who is it?

"Who's there!"

Suddenly, the sound was filled with force, almost making it impossible to connect the sound's owner with the wrinkled face of the old man.

"You called it."

In the hall's light, the young man stopped, turned to look at him.

"Surname Ye?"

The old man's defensive expression suddenly vanished, but his vigilance remained as before: "What are you doing here? Who told you to come up?"

"Come if you want to."

Ye Fengsheng answered directly: "No one stopped me, so I came up." I came here late at night to ask you something. Tell me the answer. I'll leave immediately."

The old man frowned: "What do you want to know? Why would I tell you when you ask?"